Poetry

Fat Circle- The Circles Crucible

by Ajayi Ebenezeria

FAT CIRCLE- THE CIRCLES CRUCIBLE

 

O, fairest Circle, thou dost bear

Pain as thy essence, beyond compare

For gain, a price in anguish paid

And failures sting, a virtue made

 

Trust not to sail, lest thou dost stray

My hope, like bulb, doth strive to sway

Prevailing, lest I be the tail

In fortunes queue, a lowly fall

 

This Circle, a jail of self-made might

No bail, no respite, from endless fight

Without thy will, it doth decay

Thou art the master of each trials way

 

Stale grows the spirit, unexercised

Hard-won success, through pain, realized

Times relentless march, this Circle keeps

Move in line, lest stumbling, thou dost creep

Opportunities, like challenges, abound

Strive, and success, in lasting glories found

Yet, humility’s virtue, hard to claim

When pride and struggle, in Circles frame

 

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